Category: Poems

Throwback Friday, Dancing In The Rain (an Epigram)

Today I am presenting the ‘penultimate‘ poem that will be appearing in my new book “Until Eyes Hear Sound”. and “Dancing In The Rain (an Epigram)” is a poem I wrote in September 2022, and it will be the last piece in the ‘Others’ section of Chapter 10. Short Poems: Haiku, Senryu, Tanka, and Others …
Please Note: the photo attached below, is the proposed cover design for my new book “Until Eyes Hear Sound”, created by my niece Kerri Costello – Philadelphia.

Artwork © Kerri Costello




Dancing In The Rain (an Epigram)


In one way or another

After leaving our mothers

Life delivers us to love and pain

While dancing in the rain







Ivor Steven (c) September 2023

“True”, Nominated For, Publication Of The Month, at Spillwords Press.


Hello dear readers and followers, I’m proud to announce that over on Spillwords Press, my poem “True” has been Nominated for “Publication of The Month for September” … So eat humble pie guys … and get your VOTING CARDS out again, and if you wish, you can Vote for me by “SEPT 29” via this Spillwords Link:  https://spillwords.com/vote/

Please remember that you will need to register and/or log in to cast your vote.


Thank you to Dagmara K and the entire Spillwords team.


Congratulations to the other Nominees

HERE ARE THE NOMINEES:

Fever by Suman Pokhrel
The Falling Man by Stephen Kingsnorth
Kings of The Water by Tim Barlow
Chilling Embrace by Lauren Scott
Love Lane by Simona Prilogan
Two Black Cats by Tamara Lindsay
Ruth by James Walmsley
True by Ivor Steven
You’re No Good For Me by Sheila Henry
Rubble Women by David Milner
Harvest by Elaine Nadal
Unobtainable by S.J. Walker
Two Weeks Today by Elizabeth Ricketson
Endless Scale by Vasile Trif

TRUE

written by: Ivor Steven

@ivors20

If there is something
I could do
I would do anything
To save you
Mother Nature, you are everything
I look up to
My words are nothing
Compared to you
You are the orchestrator of things
With a balcony view






Ivor Steven (c) Sept 2023

Broken Ground

Over at Weekly Prompts, the Wednesday Challenge is: Broken Please visit their fabulous site by clicking on >> Here … My appropriate Broken poem is attached below




Broken Ground




I stand here

and look to the east

my tolerant eyes

see an unbroken white moon

in a clear sapphire sky


behind me

from the west

I feel the unbroken golden sun

warm my ancient shoulders


here I am

standing on

middle ground


below me

I hear my broken earth

groan through the cracks

caused by the broken

and unshackled chains of war







Ivor Steven (c) Sept 2023

A Torn Thesaurus

I went to the Geelong Writers monthly social meeting at the Box Office Cafe this evening … I am back home, It’s 10.30pm, I’m tired, my computer is “duck muck” again, so I thought I would a reblog of this ‘appropriate’ poem before I hit the sack



A Torn Thesaurus



With my fiddle and riddles

Here in the middle

Of this unopened universe

Time spirals in reverse


Quills fly in from cyberspace

As alien words unravel and interlace

A torn thesaurus is my database

I wonder

Have I landed in the right place?


But that does not matter

K-9’s happy with the community chatter

Doggie treats and friendly pats

And he presents his paw for more

Like a hungry beggar’s cap






Ivor Steven (c) July 2022

Who Is in Command?


“Time Is On My Side”





Who Is in Command? 


Spring sunshine 

Dominates the sky 

Nature’s warmth 

Becalms my unsettled mind 

Yesterday’s problems 

Have blown over 

And diffused toward 

Today’s blue horizon 


Time! is on my side, 

hears no commands, 

and takes no passengers. 




Time Takes No Passengers




Ivor Steven (c) Sept 2023

A Piece of Deadwood, is in this Week’s Coffee House Writers Magazine

Hello dear readers and followers, I am now writing for “Coffee House Writers” magazine on a fortnightly basis, and my poem “Droplets of Joy”, is in this week’s edition of Coffee House Writers Magazine. …
To Read my poem, please click on the link below to visit the article, at Coffee House Writers Magazine.
>> https://coffeehousewriters.com/a-piece-of-deadwood/







Ivor Steven ©  September 2023

Duck Muck

I’ve had one of those yucky weeks, my computer has been moonstruck and running amok and producing guck. My “Taskbar” keeps flying south with the Ducks!! I’m feeling like an ice-puck all out of luck. So, I apologise for my moody unstuck poem of bushbuck …


Duck Muck




Sucking more air

Life sucks


Evading the sloppy duck muck

Dodging the dusty garbage truck 

Never having enough bucks

To fill the milk bucket

Left empty by bloodsucking

Schmucks






Ivor Steven (c) Sept 2023

The Voice (a Monologue), Revised

Today I attended the monthly meeting of Geelong’s, Dome Poetry Group, our assignment was to present a ‘Monologue’ and I duly recited my poem “The Voice”. After taking note of the constructive discussion and a few helpful hints, this afternoon I have written a “Revised Version” of the poem. Special thanks to Guenter (Geelong Writers Pres) and my fellow “Dome Poets”. 
Please note, the original version is attached below





The Voice (a Monologue), Revised


Do not yet shut the doors

But give me leave to speak with you and yours

Do not yet turn away

The time I ask of you is brief for what I have to say

Join me in the shade of this country’s trees

My ancient words are free

But why listen to a language you cannot see

In the past, you have not heard my pleas

And forever! I have been treated harshly


I am a dream-time spirit bird

Flying within your boundaries seems absurd

You! Have clipped my wings

And unashamedly ripped apart my kin

You! Desecrated my sacred ground

For the price of two axes and a Pound

Yes! It’s time to sit without descent

On the sand inside your tribal tent










Ivor Steven (c) Sept 2023